| We’re covert, trying to figure out these crazy days??? |
| movements and shady ways.
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| I heard money talks
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| Get it if you can
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| It’s full force on a course fucking up the plans
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| We’re covert underground guerilla militia
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| Prohibition cashflow, we triple the figure
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| I heard money talks
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| Get it if you can
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| With your middle finger to the man
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| They want us all on lockdown, locked up
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| Edging closer to that drop off the top floor
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| Scrutinize my moves out the camera angles
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| Laughing while I figure??? |
| entangled
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| And every step’s a stone throw from the gallows
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| I’m cold to the marrow, throwing quotes from the shadows
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| So head up a rabbit hole it winds and it’s narrow
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| You can call me many things but don’t call me paro
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| As I figure how to cover my tracks now that I’m older
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| Slipping through the government cracks, the rebel soldier
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| Steady sipping on some undescript flask, I’m seldom sober
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| Broadcasting out of the lab until it’s over
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| It’s a cold night out, boy better keep your wits about
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| I’m getting closer to a blizzard now
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| How we’re trapped up in this system even though it’s in its last days
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| Trying to spread the message so I scribble on a vast page
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| Painstaking, we’re at the foont gunnin'
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| Butterflies deep in the cut, we touch nothing
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| Stay covert, black ops??? |
| percenters
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| My time booting??? |
| bless with
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| Money is the surefire path to life’s freedom
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| Money is the tree, the fruit we eat from
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| Money is the route to our demise, yet we need it
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| But do we really? |
| But who am I to question?
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| They’re telling us to never stand out, to pay attention
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| Be???
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| Not to mention we live our life eyes wide shut, crown the dead man
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| The iceman cometh, dissect the monolith
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| Revolution is the old man’s bed, fucking college kid
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| Clones of the archetypal, progress is hindered
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| Personal fame, one foot in the grave, Lord forgive us
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| Yo, vault your circle in the trophy
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| Let’s lock down the currency Merkel and Sarkozy
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| Murder in the first degree, nothing cosy
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| They all fought down a pocket full of posies
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| Oppose me? |
| No I’m a general, salute me
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| The truth be nothing but the truth absolutely
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| You ain’t really real, you’re more like a movie
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| I’m hoodish, I broadcast documentary footage
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| Goodness gracious, monopolize the papers
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| Next thing they’re toppling the scyscrapers
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| Triple darkness, double agents, single currency
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| The hand of globalisation
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| They got the kids in training, bold and that
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| It’s like tinker taylor, soldier’s???
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| We’re trying to trace the call, hold the line
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| They’re all watching the clock but they don’t know the time |